My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 281: The Watcher

Enzo

Nina screamed while I was fucking her.

I instantly pulled out, terrified that I had hurt her. I had thought that we were just having kinky sex, and I didn’t mean to do anything that would have made her uncomfortable or caused her any pain.

“What? What is it?” I asked frantically, helping her up off of the motorcycle. “Did I hurt you?”

Nina shook her head and pulled her skirt back down with one hand while pointing shakily at the trees with the other. “Someone was watching us,” she said. “I saw yellow eyes in the forest.”

I furrowed my brow and looked out toward where Nina was pointing. Nothing was there. “Are you sure it wasn’t a deer?” I asked. “I don’t see anyone.” But Nina was vehement, and just kept pointing. I planted a kiss on her forehead and decided to walk over there just to make her feel better; surely it was just a deer, but if it would make her feel safer, then I didn’t mind checking.

came to my nostrils. It was fading quickly, but it was

possibility that came into my mind was that this cliff was, after all, located close to my father’s house. I hadn’t gone there since he died, as I had assumed that Lewis and his

who was still standing by the motorcycle with

She came running up to me and grabbed

the very least, up to no good. He clearly

holding onto my arm with both hands, I stepped into the woods. The thick pine trees made it much darker inside the forest, and the sun had almost gone down so it was even darker now. It didn’t affect me though with my night vision, and I kept going. I looked down to see what looked like two imprints in the underbrush where

her to stay quiet, which she did. We then quietly walked further into the forest, following what looked like a very faint trail of footprints in the layer of pine needles on the

could see that there were footprints in the snow. They looked like large boots, which only confirmed my

much. If he was working for the Crescents, then that meant that he was potentially following us. How long he had been doing that, though, was still a mystery to me. Just thinking about it made my blood run cold; I imagined him watching us through windows, around corners, and through the trees for who knows how long. It made me sick to think

house, and I didn’t care much about it since we only moved there after my mother died. I hated the way that cold, modern house looked with its enormous windows, gray appearance, and boxy shape. I hated everything that it stood for. But I still needed to know what happened to it since my father died, and if Lewis and his followers were

me, although I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or just from the cold. Either way, I gently put

speak freely. The sound of the ocean rushed up on us the moment we stepped out from